Even serial killers have a type. Unfortunately, tonight, that type is you. You can feel it, can't you? The way I've been watching you night after night. Patiently waiting for you to turn around and give me a glimpse of those eyes. Don't be shy. I know you want this as much as I do. Atta girl. Look at you! You're perfect.

Just f*cking perfect. Like I knew you would be. The more that I think about it, you could be her twin. You know what that means, right? You're the one. At the very least, the next one. Maybe the last one if you don't f*ck this up like all the others. We can figure that out later, though. When I move on from watching to doing.

Because you might not see me, sweetheart. But I'll be seeing you. Real soon.